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Written by: Franlisca

Category: Poetry

Created: January 24, 2023, 8:11 am

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A road a rock and all the dust
We play we give we crush
When given love or everything
Be still be pleasant do the string
You hold on tide you grip the rope
You give you loosen so slow
I am stronger than you think
You will last I will blink

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Written by: Mil57man

Category: Poetry

Created: April 23, 2022, 8:08 pm

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We play, we stray, Life, many a doorway all areas gray, a mystical array. Along the way.

Along the way to destiny, we travel night and day. Sometimes predator, sometimes prey,
Life's a game? Is what they say. Why on the real I must appeal, everyday a new deal at
times hard as steel.  Though sadly the case an occasional false face. Beware the coup de 
grace. Haters, trying to knock you out of the race.

Read more: ALONG THE WAY

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Written by: Vangoman/ Dan Van Fleet

Category: Poetry

Created: June 22, 2021, 7:57 pm

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Of what decay of decline must a man climb

For his honor to define such a large loss of grace

Other sons felt heat from devastating defeat

Frozen forever, erasing their battlement retreat

Annealed on the battlefield his back to the sun

Legs carrying him past the honorable ones

In prayers without answers he is overcome

Losing his shine in a frighten moment of time

Flows through one’s own marrow and spine!

 

Read more: A soldier nightmare

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Written by: Zany Lynn

Category: Poetry

Created: October 12, 2019, 12:55 pm

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Life is one whimsical ride
So tried
Tired
Tied

Up and down we go
B-frames
at shutter speed
Denied

Read more: Entitled

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Written by: Zany Lynn

Category: Poetry

Created: August 31, 2019, 8:35 am

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When you are near
My heart flutters
When you appear
My thoughts run wild

When you whisper
I see stars and can hardly steer
my way about,
My dear

Read more: Crystal Clear

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Written by: Zany Lynn

Category: Poetry

Created: August 31, 2019, 4:22 am

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I used to ogle at the window. Ah Ma said it was expensive. Those fine prints on the glass panel were truly exquisite. I believed her every word. She was my favourite person. Uncle said it was tempered glass. I took it that it meant it was thick and it made me feel safe.

Read more: The Window